Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

Beauty's A Doubtful Good, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour; And Beauty, Blemish'd Once, For Ever's Lost, In Spite Of Physic, Painting, Pain, And Cost.

The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good Will.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.